Creeping Time

During this dry weather, my moss garden looks pathetic. The moss itself is dark green/brown and desiccated.

After a sprinkle the other night, the moss looked fabulous in the morning mist, but by noon it had returned to its parched appearance.

My moss garden is an artifact of a time when it grew in the shady woods. But the trees around it were cut 20 years ago, and it's been located in nearly full sun ever since.

I've interplanted thyme among the moss--an unusual combination, but the the location and conditions are actually more suited to a thyme garden than a moss garden.

The moss lacks the element of water and looks old, brittle, and patchy brown. Our own skin ages in a similar manner as our bodies desiccate, decade by decade. Time creeps over our skin, into our muscles, and silently leaches calcium from our bones.

Since life is short, how do we spend our precious time?
What is most important to you?